my clothes are in the washer and i am in my pjammas, which i only used once, and then only for about 4 hours or so.

the ride out was fucking AWESOME and totally and completely brutal.

1901.2 miles in less than 2 days.

i have a million bazillion pictures that i took, but they are all locked in my camera and my computer will not be online for a few more days at least. this is my guess.

stuart spent the whole trip, save for a few hours from nebraska and into iowa, wrapped around my feet while i sat in the passenger seat.

the boys were awesome and funny and so totally weird and band-dudes.

i love them.

wyoming? it goes on for about fourteen years.

my favorite part of the drive was going through the donner pass (why is there snow on the ground even though it was like 65 degrees outside? i wish i knew science better. ah well, more things to learn and read up on, i guess.). that and seeing the sunrise while driving through nebraska, the pixies blaring at top volume, apple juice in one hand, cigarette in the other.

we stopped in salt lake city the first night around 130am, after driving for about 12 hours or so. the boys have a hometown friend there, so we sat up, shot the shit, stuart got to walk around and use his box, eat a little and generally be cute. my brother and i shared a futon while jamie wowed us with some of the loudest snoring i have ever heard. i think i slept for about an hour before i woke up and remembered we never bought a padlock for the uhaul trailer, and since all my worldly possessions were inside, i worried a bit about it.

not much, though, i mean, paul and nate were sleeping in the van and i am sure they would have laid (layed? what? i'm so cracked out right now, you have no idea) the smack down if they heard anyone fucking with my stuff.

then i got up, had some coffee, had what felt like the best shower ever and then we went to lunch at a place called crown burger.

for those of you who have never been to crown burger, it is a place that is famous for their Pastrami Burger. a Pastrami Burger is a burger with about 14 inches of pastrami stacked on top of it.

with thousand island dressing.

and people eat this.

with fries.

ASFHAHJDSFHDSAJ.

so nasty.

suffice it to say, i did NOT have that, and instead tried not to watch my trip-mates eating them while i ate my lunch.

then, we were back on the road and we didn't stop except for a dinner at perkins (which i guess is like a coco's, but in the middle) at about 2am in sidney nebraska.

once i realized that stuart was fine just wrapping himself around my feet (pictures to follow), i was right with the boys and their "let's just fucking hammer it out" attitude.

problem is, i haven't really had much sleep except for that sort-of sleep in slc since thursday night. my brother did the majority of the driving since i was so cracked out i didn't feel right driving and trying to keep up with the van, which was always driven like a bat out of hell. for the most part, we kicked it 80-85 mph here. i think that's why we were able to make it in what amounts to a day and a half.

somewhere in wyoming my brother and i started going insane and we laughed for about 50 miles straight. that's a long time, people. we were crying and holding our stomachs, and we pretty much fell out of the car in red desert wyoming, unable to control ourselves.

there is so much to tell about the trip, i am sure it will all come out in the next week or so. a few of you have postcards on their way to you. i would have liked to send more, but i didn't have the addresses handy.

my right hand is mildly sunburned.

i really need a shower.

i am having mild hallucinations and am not sure how i feel about anything yet.

i just know i am here, i am in my jammies, i have a nice cold glass of water, and the house is awesome. i got to see lauren when we got here because she was home for lunch, and i almost fell asleep on her shoulder when i hugged her.

she's so dern pretty, it was so nice to see her smiling face.

the boys dicked around and messed with their cars, all of which are awesome. i want to get a truck so bad now i can taste it.

from all accounts from the boys, i could get my own apt for $250-300/month, and with my degree i should make real nice money here, for what the cost of living is.

i'm pretty excited to have a space of my own, to share with stuart and to paint and make books in.

i think i am starting to hit the wall. i am getting sleepy, but am still shaking.

i don't want to unload the trailer or think about my car.

i'm just glad i am here, and that every one is ok.